Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
ABRAHAM COWLEY- Why dost thou build up stately rooms on high, Thou who art under ground to lie? Thou sow’st and plantest, but no fruit must see, For death, alas! is reaping thee.
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Why dost thou build up stately rooms on high, Thou who art under ground to lie? Thou sow’st and plantest, but no fruit must see, For death, alas! is reaping thee.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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Man is too near all kinds of beasts,–a fawning dog, a roaring lion, a thieving fox, a robbing wolf, a dissembling crocodile, a treacherous decoy, and a rapacious vulture.
ABRAHAM COWLEYMan is too near all kinds of beasts,–a fawning dog, a roaring lion, a thieving fox, a robbing wolf, a dissembling crocodile, a treacherous decoy, and a rapacious vulture.
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Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
ABRAHAM COWLEYFill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
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A mighty pain to love it is, And ’tis a pain that pain to miss; But, of all pains, the greatest pain Is to love, but love in vain.
ABRAHAM COWLEYA mighty pain to love it is, And ’tis a pain that pain to miss; But, of all pains, the greatest pain Is to love, but love in vain.
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Why dost thou heap up wealth, which thou must quit, Or what is worse, be left by it? Why dost thou load thyself when thou ‘rt to fly, Oh, man! ordain’d to die?
ABRAHAM COWLEYWhy dost thou heap up wealth, which thou must quit, Or what is worse, be left by it? Why dost thou load thyself when thou ‘rt to fly, Oh, man! ordain’d to die?
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There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.
ABRAHAM COWLEYThere have been fewer friends on earth than kings.
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Why to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
ABRAHAM COWLEYWhy to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
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I would not fear nor wish my fate, but boldly say each night, to-morrow let my sun his beams display, or in clouds hide them; I have lived today.
ABRAHAM COWLEYI would not fear nor wish my fate, but boldly say each night, to-morrow let my sun his beams display, or in clouds hide them; I have lived today.
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Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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Why dost thou build up stately rooms on high, Thou who art under ground to lie? Thou sow’st and plantest, but no fruit must see, For death, alas! is reaping thee.
ABRAHAM COWLEYWhy dost thou build up stately rooms on high, Thou who art under ground to lie? Thou sow’st and plantest, but no fruit must see, For death, alas! is reaping thee.
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“We may talk what we please,” he cries in his enthusiasm for the oldest of the arts, “of lilies, and lions rampant, and spread eagles
ABRAHAM COWLEY“We may talk what we please,” he cries in his enthusiasm for the oldest of the arts, “of lilies, and lions rampant, and spread eagles
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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
ABRAHAM COWLEYWho lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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Life for delays and doubts no time does give, None ever yet made haste enough to live.
ABRAHAM COWLEYLife for delays and doubts no time does give, None ever yet made haste enough to live.
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His time’s forever, everywhere his place.
ABRAHAM COWLEYHis time’s forever, everywhere his place.
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Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
ABRAHAM COWLEYCuriosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
ABRAHAM COWLEYThe getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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